Blimey, My Kid's the Heir to the Billionaire Boss!
Chapter 1282 Going to See Sadie

The moon was hanging high, casting its glow over Half Mountain Villa, which had settled into a peaceful night.

Micah had finally managed to get the three kids to sleep, but just as he was about to leave, Noah sat up and whispered, "Dad, I need to talk to you."

Not wanting to wake Nathan, Micah motioned for Noah to follow him outside.

They headed to the study. Micah took off his coat and draped it over Noah, saying, "Wear this so you don't catch a cold."

Noah, at six and a half, looked almost comical in the oversized jacket, his tiny frame swallowed by the fabric, with just his head sticking out. Feeling the warmth from his dad's coat, Noah smiled, comforted by the familiar scent. Micah sat on the sofa and instinctively reached for a bottle of wine, pouring himself half a glass. "Dad, no drinking," Noah quickly said. "Andrew said you just got over a serious illness and can't drink." "Andrew needs to mind his own business," Micah muttered.

"Now the three of us have a new mission: to make sure you don't smoke or drink anymore," Noah said, looking very serious.

Micah sighed, feeling a bit helpless. "Alright, I won't drink."

As a dad who really cared about his kids' well-being and opinions, Micah knew he had to set an example, even if it meant giving up his own habits for a while.

"I've been so busy lately, I haven't had a good look at you," Micah said, reaching out to Noah. "Come here. Let me see if you've lost weight."

Noah walked over and hugged Micah, choking up as he said, "Dad, I thought I'd never see you again."

"Silly boy," Micah muttered, stroking Noah's hair, feeling a bit emotional. After taking the kids from Grapetown Heights Winery, he had been so busy with other things that he hadn't had a chance to sit down and talk with them properly. Nathan had been by his side, which was fine, but Noah and Mia had been separated from Micah for two months, and they missed each other a lot.

During this time, Noah had been worried about Micah's safety. Now that he saw Micah was fine, he finally felt relieved.

Micah, on the other hand, felt even more guilty toward these two kids.

"From now on, our family will never be separated again," Micah said, gently holding Noah. "You are my kids, and you will stay by my side." "Yeah," Noah nodded tearfully, then asked, "But what about Mom? You said earlier that you would take us to see her tomorrow. Is that true?"

"Of course it's true," Micah said, ruffling his little head. "When have I ever lied to you?"

"Then..." Noah bit his lip and mustered the courage to ask, "Can we bring Mom back?"

Micah was silent for a moment before saying in a low voice, "If she wants to come back, of course, there's no problem."

"Mom and Joe probably won't get married, right? Otherwise, she wouldn't have come back to the country," Noah said, showing strong logic despite his young age. "Did they break up?"

Mentioning Joe brought back the scene Micah had witnessed at Grapetown Heights, making him feel a pang of discomfort.

But in front of the kids, he didn't show it. Instead, he calmly said, "Yes, they broke up."

"That's great," Noah said, overjoyed. "Even though Joe is a good person, I still hope Mom and Dad can be together." "Alright, you should go to bed now," Micah said, changing the subject. "We'll go to Biston first thing in the morning." "Okay," Noah nodded repeatedly and ran out excitedly.

Micah watched Noah's cheerful figure, a faint smile on his lips. But soon, his expression turned somber again.

He poured himself half a glass of wine and slowly swirled it, deep in thought.